Emerged

Chapter 2: Spitfire at War

Elle's POV:

Present day

"You know if your glasses were meant to rest on the tip of your nose it would come with a more intense lens, as I am sure you cannot possibly see past that huge bump you call a nose bridge".

Staring at the book I took to read about the art form of karate, I look up to meet the eyes of Greg; the delivery guy. Squinting my eyes at his snarky comment, I catch myself from being offended at his insult about my nose knowing he playfully teases to get the reaction he calls "Angry-evil-b***h-Elle".

Instead I respond with a smile on my face, "you know if your neck was not extended above the rooftops of most buildings in our town we would actually get to see the sun every once and a while. Maybe move your big head out the way since your brain is blocking the heat from passing through."

Greg chuckles, familiar with my snarky retorts as well since we have been doing it continually since he started delivering our parcels a year ago. How we developed a friendly relationship in that time was still an unsolved phenomenon to the both of us. Greg's blue eyes were the first thing I noticed and even caught myself blushing when I first saw him, only to quickly learn that Greg... well he was fruity.

If you know what I mean.

"b***h you got one thing right girl, my neck is long and deep for a reason. It is to ensure your man can fit all the way down my oesophagus... oh my bad, the only man you got is your purple vibrator you hide in your bedside table."

Ouch. That hurt. I thought to myself. He definitely was not lieing.

"Well at least my little purple friend does not have to hide me from his girlfriend."

Case in point. "Angry-evil-b***h-Elle". When they go low... I will touch the lava at the bottom of the earths core.

"Oooohhh you win b***h, touchy subject.", Greg laughs off my snide remark, never taking me seriously. Greg was known in town to be the eligible bachelor snatcher. Always snagging the so called straights and quickly revealing the distortion of their 'lines'.

I loved listening to his stories about everyone he has had a little rendezvous with. Not prone to leaving out detail, I had tea to spill on almost all of my ex high school jocks and the most recent hot shot of the town- Bobby.

"Can I please sign the handover form so you can leave me in peace, the sound of your voice should be banned from public spaces. In fact I should sue you for emotional distress from hearing you screech", I said. Knowing this would only rekindle the little banter show we put on everyday.

We ended up trading insults for another 30mins before he finally had to leave to deliver his next parcel.

"Bye b***h, I love you, call me when you want to get tequila body shots at Brummies again."

My jaw dropped to the ground as Greg left yelling it out to the semi-full store, knowing damn well that Brummies was a brothel known for men and women who were swingers.

What a b***h, that fucker.

I quickly hid my face in embarrassment behind my book and felt a hundred eyes turning to me, when in reality it was one or two.

"Hi."

I looked up to the source of the voice and came face to face with a stomach, stretching my neck to look at the owner of that deep baritone voice , my jaw nearly hit the ground.

Before me was the most angelic man I've ever seen. Dirty blond-brown hair, mixed pools of green and brown were his eyes, taller than 7ft for sure and a body that was cut in all the right places. I drooled. Literally salivated at the sight of him....and in a blink I was drenched in an ice cold bucket of ‘good looking dudes are always assholes’.

" I was hoping you could take a moment to sort out the kids book section since you clearly have enough energy to make meaningless conversation with the mail man and have no problem openly ogling me. It's quite sad I have to ask you to do a job you getting paid for"

Saaayyy what??? Who. Does. He. Think. He. Is.

What a waste to be so pretty and have the personality equivalent of a dried s**t stain.

"Well to be quite frank, your perception of what my job is and isn't does not set the precedence of how competent I am to complete it. Nor, will you be demanding I do something you do not know I am actually getting paid to do. If you were so bothered with me having a conversation then maybe you should learn basic etiquette, because you clearly lacking in the department that requires you not to be an asshole. Lastly, ogling you was a reaction of my body recognising a good face , but now that I have registered arrogance to be evident in your demeanour your face is as disgusting as eating a potato raw. Evidently, that would provide me more pleasure than continuing this conversation with you, so you can kindly go f**k yourself."

I rambled through that spiel and spun on my heels and rushed to the back admin office as fast as I could. Knowing good and well I just told a customer to f**k off. Panic finally setting in , I peaked through the blinds and saw the guy smirking before shaking his head and walking out.

Breath Elle. Breath. While I tried to calm my erratically beating heart , I could not help but wonder why I was so triggered to attack instead of using my customer service approach.

Thank God he did not log a complaint, my business could not handle bad publicity with how slow things are these days.

The main question on my mind though…

Who was that?